Carla Olson

Flight O The Hawk - Poem by Carla Olson

Breaking dawn, a glimpse of a delicate movement gliding throughout the wide-open skiesHe sways with the rhythm of the cool breezeThe flight of grace begins the dayA floating in the air, feeling the cool, crisp breeze beneath his massive wingsAt this moment, nowhere to go just meant to float In an instant, a flight beginsSurveying the land below, contemplates a destination Admiring beauty in the path, seeks higher planes above anger, anguish and wrathMany choices to landTrees calling to keep companyLakes glistening, water demands attentionThe sky is vast and knows no boundariesA world opening armsWelcoming a majestic presenceHome can be many placesYou are free to fly wherever you desireAfter miles of gliding, slowly drifting towards a final landingA tree is the chosen home overlooking a moonlit lakeUpon rising, another flight of grace to take place, moving onward day and nightOne never knows where he will go